" Darling you'll be okay ... " || Male Y/N

Tears. [Pt. 1]

A/N !! Y/N is a college student, he's about 23-24. This fanfic is around 2014, and so Vic is about 29-31 here. Figured I should just make that clear before any weird comments or anything came :)

This takes place at about 3:35pm, just for a time reference.

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Y/N pushed through the door of his house, and practically slammed the door behind him. He started heading to his room, looking down and praying Vic didn't notice him. 

Tears softly streamed down Y/N's face, but he made an attempt to hide them. He didn't want anyone to see him crying, he didn't want to be questioned. He knew how much Vic and everyone else cared about him, and he enjoyed being cared for, but he couldn't deal with the guilt of having to dump yet another day's troubles onto them. Recently, things had just been horrible. He practically came home every day crying. Vic always stopped him before he went to his room, and coaxed him into talking about everything. Y/N felt guilty for always dumping his problems onto Vic. He felt like a burden. Why should Vic care about him anyways ? Doesn't he have better things to do than just talk to Y/N every time they were crying ? 

"Hey Y/N, was that you ~?" A soft voice sang out from the kitchen. There was the sound of a baking pan being set down, and an oven door being closed. "I just made cookies, if you'd like some !"

As Y/N started walking past the kitchen, Vic came out and caught up to him. He stopped him, trying to make light talk. 

"Hey Y/N, how was cla -" Vic stopped mid sentence. He noticed the tears streaming down Y/N's face. "Hey hon what's wrong ? Talk to me." He put his hand on Y/N's arm, softly holding on. Worry showed in his eyes, as he searched Y/N's face. Vic knew that things had been getting worse for them. He watched Y/N come home every day from their classes with their head hung low and their hood up. Y/N didn't seem to have the energy for anything anymore, and just always seemed sad. 

Y/N aggressively pulled his arm away from Vic's hand. So many feelings were boiling up all at once. Guilt, shame, despair. They mixed into something a little violent. "Don't touch me. And I'm fine," Y/N snapped. More tears fell down his face, dripping off of his chin. He glanced at Vic, and felt horrible for how he snapped at him. 

Vic pulled his hand away, looking like a mix of worried, scared, and hurt. He stared at Y/N for a moment, not understanding the small outburst. Vic recomposed himself after a second, not wanting to make Y/N feel bad for snapping. He knew that it wasn't meant to hurt him, and that with everything Y/N was dealing with, it was impossible to not get worked up sometimes. 

"Well uh, I'm here if you need me, okay Y/N ? I love you" Vic said with a soft smile. "I'm not going anywhere today, so just come find me around the house if you need."

Y/N mumbled something along the lines of 'okay, I love you too'. 

Vic went to go give Y/N a hug, but quickly stopped himself, per Y/N's request of not wanting to be touched. "Well uh, I'll leave you alone for now, okay ? I'll make sure dinner's done around 5:30. Spaghetti tonight, your favorite." 

Y/N nodded, and then quickly went off to his room. On the way there, he mentally told himself off for being so rude to Vic. He felt absolutely fucking horrible about it. 'All he wanted to do was give you some affection and show he cared, how much of  a selfish asshole could you be !?' He thought to himself. The berating thoughts continued as he went up the stairs, and into his room.